Five's Fate

Implications

Day 21. Three weeks. Last week I didn't talk to anyone besides myself. I fear I'm going crazy and lose my mind. I know there's nothing I can do about it though. I don't have my legacies and I have two locked doors.

Later when I looking through the textbook for the millionth time, John comes in.

"Morning," He said casually.

"Morning," I say with a partial fake smile.

"Put the book down," John demands. I look at him curiously and lay it next to me on the bed where I'm sitting. A large part of my day is spent asleep, sitting or making the bed. So I'm not really staying in shape but I should be.

John speaks again "Come on. Get you to get cleaned up." Friendly like. I sort of roll my eyes and wait a moment confused. I've spent the last week in isolation and many days without leaving this room. I ensure that I am allowed to get up and leave and didn't miss interpret what he said. When he walks through the doors and leaves them open, I follow. I assume I am going to shower again and get cleaned up and head back to my cell. Which I really hate the idea of. But I know I'm not in any position to pick my battles.

I'm led to a washroom and given time to wash up. But later when John returns and knocks before opening I stand up and prepare to leave.

We don't walk the same way in which we came and I figure we are just going a different way. I got to see more of the school but I didn't see any students and everything appeared deserted but it was interesting to see.

Eventually, I realize it is taking a long time to bring me back to my cell and fear that Johns leading me to my execution or something. But the likelihood of that was slim. I just continue to follow and keep my mouth shut. While walking down a particular hallway John begins looking in through doors puzzled as to where he's going.

"Looking for something?" I ask. Almost regretting it.

"No. Looking to figure out of there's a stairway?" He said confused. I peer into the rooms as we walk past. The lights are off and they're empty.

Then near the end of the hallway, Marina jumps out and points an icicle to my throat. I freeze. "What," I say confused and defensively. I'm ignored but John and Marina speak. She's mad that he got lost...

"You made a wrong turn! Again John. " She said for some reason angerly.

"This Building is huge, Marina." He tells her calmly. He has gotten good at staying calm and diffusing situations. I don't know how he does it.

"It's okay. I'll take it from here." She said and John begins to say something but she cuts him off and he walks back down the hallway.

Marina forces me to walk in front of her with my hands raised. I miss being bossed around by John. At least he's fair. I'm told to go down steps and Marina follows. The stairs don't lead to where I expected. We end up in a living-room-like space, and Marina brings me towards a wall. Around the beam of the wall are chains. I see them and look up at Marina. Not understanding.

"Put them on your ankles!" She clearly demands. I'm reluctant.

"Marina please," I say in a way that I want her to reconsider. She gives me the death stare and I feel the icicle that's been following me go farther into me.

I bend down and hook the chains around my feet. Removing my own freedom.

After I'm done I get back up and look at Marina. I feel her use her telekinesis to tighten the chains. When she's done she turns around and I assess my situation. There's a beam surrounded by empty space in the wall and the chain connecting my feet is attached to it.

There is a rug under my feet and a couch to the left. Even a TV against the opposite wall. I'm towards the corner only able to stand a couple of feet from the beam.

She turns back around and pushes a chair over to me. "Sit," She says with slightly less demand in her voice and I do so. The icicle has disappeared and she's sitting in a chair halfway across the room.

"What's the point of this?" I ask sounding desperate.

"Your so frigging annoying Five," She said and leans her head backward resting it. I stay quiet.

"Want something to do...fold this" She uses her telekinesis to push a basket of clothing to me.

"What's this?'" I ask. Genuinely confused.

"I don't even know," Marina said with a smile.

I focus on the chains around my feet. They're tight. They're strong and connected to a metal post. Not getting out of this either.

Marina grabs the TV remote and starts talking. "John said how you told him we can trust you. Well, we're trusting you to be out of your cell and to do something. So go on. Do something" She insists and I get the vibe that I should be quiet. I actually sit on the carpet and fold the laundry. I don't know how to feel.